Both were stumbling back into the road now. "You air just as big a liar as ever, Jase, an' I'm goin' to prove it." And then the two tottering old giants squared off, their big, knotted, heavily veined fists revolving around each other in the old-fashioned country way. Old Jason first struck the air, was wheeled around by the force of his own blow, and got old Aaron's fist in the middle of the back. Again the Hawn struck blindly as he turned, and from old Aaron's grunt he knew he had got him in the stomach. Then he felt a fist in his own stomach, and old Aaron cackled triumphantly when he heard the same tell-tale grunt. "Oh, yes, dad--blast ye! Come on agin, son." They clinched, and as they broke away a blind sweep from old Jason knocked Aaron's brassrimmed spectacles from his nose. They fell far apart, and when old Jason advanced again, peering forward, he saw his enemy silently pawing the air with his back toward him, and he kicked him. "Here I am, you ole idgit!" "Stop!" shouted old Aaron, "I've lost my specs." "Whar?" "I don't know," and as he dropped to his knees old Jason bent too to help him find his missing eyes. Then they went at it again--and the same cry came presently from old Jason. "Stop, I've lost mine!" And both being out of breath sat heavily down in the sand, old Jason feeling blindly with his hands and old Aaron peering about him as far as he could see. And thus young Jason and young Aaron found them, and were utterly mystified until the old men rose creakily and got ready for battle again--when both spurred forward with a shout of joy, and threw themselves from their horses. "Go for him, grandpap!" shouted each, and the two old men turned. "Uncle Aaron," shouted Jason, "I bet you can lick him!" "He can't do it, Uncle Jason!" shouted Aaron. Each old man peered at his own grandson, dumbfounded. Neither was armed, both were helpless with laughter, and each was urging on the oldest enemy of his clan against his own grandfather. The face of each old man angered, and then both began to grin sheepishly; for both were too keen-witted not to know immediately that what both really wished for had come to pass. "Aaron," said old Jason, "the boys have ketched us. I reckon we better call this thing a draw." "All right," piped old Aaron, "we're a couple o' ole fools anyhow."